Lucifer finds himself in a park. Flat planes as far as the eye can see, with vibrant green grass and flowers that are beginning to bloom. There is a lake in the distance. Walking along the shore is a man with a dog, who has long, dark-orange fur and looks quite happy. The sun was slowly appearing over the horizon, casting a warm glow as a blast of orange and yellow shooed away the black and the stars that dotted the sky.
His mother had told him about sunrises, and they're more beautiful than he ever imagined.
Lucifer finds himself at peace, breathing out a deep sigh that relaxes the muscles in his body. A second later, he winces and narrows his eyes, raising his hand to block the sun from his eyes. The pit doesn't have natural sunlight, and even then they're pretty dim. Lucifer heard the surface world was bright, but he never expected it to be this bright.
He blinks a few times, his eyes slowly getting used to something its never faced before. After a while, Lucifer is able to glance at the sun without burning his eyes. His mother had always told him to never stare at the sun, and while he finds a few of his parents' rules to be stupid, he's willing to follow this one.
Lucifer sits down, laying his head against the tall oak tree behind him. He looks around, at the lake that began to glitter under the rising sun, to the grass and leaves that began to softly sway under the breeze, and to the . . . men conversing in the distance.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes towards them, a quizzical expression on his face.
The men looked normal with their casual wear and friendly demeanor. The taller of the men had wavy black hair and a well-maintained beard, and was dressed in a shirt decorated by coconuts and colorful birds, brown shorts, and sandals. The other man had blonde hair and was dressed in jeans and an orange shirt with sneakers.
But there was something about them . . . something off, something that Lucifer just couldn't place.
Still, whatever it was, he's heard enough stories from his mother that if someone feels off to you, you should stay out of their line of sight.
Slowly, he stood up, glancing at the men every few seconds as he walked off behind the tree. If he wanted to truly get away, Lucifer would have to blend in with the mortals. He's not sure if they got a good look at his face, but his toga is a dead give-away. He'd have to change out of them. No other mortal wears a toga. At least, not on a non-Halloween day.
The pit was in a panic. Monsters scrambled around the pit, searching every nook and cranny and leaving no stone unturned.
The moment Doria noticed her son was missing, she had immediately gone into panic mode.
She ran around the palace, the area surrounding it, and the nooks and crannies of the pit. Her breathing came in short, her heart racing, and her eyes wide with concern. Doria called out her son's name, and would yell, "Lucifer Eduardo Jackson, you better come out wherever the fuck you're hiding or you better start praying to whatever god is gracious enough to take mercy on you!"
Tartarus tried to calm his wife, but found it impossible . . . and her rage was terrifying.